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you haven't had a nightmare in months, you thought it was finally getting better, but this one completely threw you off-track. it was as if your brain was keeping note of your biggest insecurities and fears, just to throw them back at you so suddenly.

your train of thought was interrupted from a body stirring at your side, deep groan emerging from it. you turned to your left to see a glimpse of schlatt, his eyes barely opened as he tried to sit himself up. the way the moonlight shone on him was beautiful, and it helped distract you momentarily.

"you alright, sweetheart? what happened?" he asks you, voice thick with sleep as he finally pushed himself up to rest against the headboard. you hesitated for a moment, debating on whether you should tell him what the issue was. " 'm okay, jay. just been a while since i've had a dream like that," you mumble, keeping it vague and hoping he doesn't pry. schlatt lets out a little hum in response, moving his left arm to give you an opening to his chest. you don't even think twice before you bury your face in his sleep shirt, arms wrapping around him tightly as you inhale deeply, the comforting scent of your boyfriend keeping you grounded. schlatt held you tightly against him, left hand softly stroking your arm as his other hand made it's way to your back, rubbing small circles on the exposed skin. "you wanna talk about it? it's not good to keep it in, y'know," he says so softly, that it makes your heart swell. letting you know he's there and willing to listen, but not pushing you to, either. you don't reply verbally, and give him a small shrug instead. he just mutters a small "okay", and continues to hold you against him, keeping you there as long as you wished. it took you a while to get the words out to schlatt, to explain what had happened. every time you went to explain, your throat burned and you felt a lump growing, which caused you to withdraw and stay silent until it disappeared. it repeated, quite a few times in fact, but eventually you just wanted it out. "it was.. it was about you, jay. us, even," you murmur into schlatt's chest, not wanting to meet his eyes. you feel his lips graze your forehead, nose buried in your hair before he hums, and lets you know he's listening. "it was fine at the start, but it grew into something so much more. we started fighting, and it felt so real. and it was horrible. the stuff i said, the stuff you said.." you trailed off, feeling yourself tear up at the recollection. "it's not something i'd ever expect you to say, ever. it's just as if my brain is keeping track of my worst fears and doubts, and throwing them at me in the worst way possible." it was silent for a moment, schlatt processing your words and thinking about how to respond. it scared you a little, you were worried in case he took it the wrong way. what if this opened his eyes about you? what if— "i don't know what was said in the dream— how extreme or hurtful it was— but considering your reaction, i'm gonna guess it wasn't great," he starts, both hands trailing to your waist as he grips it softly. "and i'm sorry you had to hear that, sweetheart. i'm glad you know i wouldn't say anything of the sorts, and i want you to know i never will." you finally move out of his chest, head tilting back so you can see his face as he speaks to you. the moonlight makes his eyes twinkle a little, and he looks so handsome. "you're the love of my life, you know that? if i ever lost you, or said anything bad to you, i would be the one who was cryin', yeah?" he tells you, smile growing on his face and you mirror it. he moves to place a soft kiss on your forehead, before moving to place one on your cheek, and a final one on your nose. "i love you," he tells you softly, and your cheeks heat up at the admission. it's not as if he had never said it before, he'd said it plenty. but just in the moment, it felt so much more intimate. "i love you too, jay," you return the words, and schlatt is smiling widely before he presses a soft kiss onto your lips. it's nothing special, just a chaste kiss to let you know how much he loves you, through not just words, but actions too. he shifts back into the spot he was in previously, head against his pillow again before he pulls you down onto him, your head resting on his chest and allowing you to use it as a pillow. you wrap yourself around him, snuggling into his chest as you sigh happily. "your stuck with me for life toots, don't you forget it."

— you waddled over to his booth, holding your laptop at your chest. he was still in the same position as before, so you coughed to grab his attention. — he moved back slightly, peering up at you with his brown eyes, which were a little wide. "oh— oh, hi. i wasn't expecting anyone to see me," he muttered, which caused a small giggle to erupt from you. — "sorry, if i wasn't so worried i probably wouldn't have even saw you," you smiled softly at him, before sitting on the seat in front of him. — "ah, well. this is my job, so i can't complain. how can i help you?" he asked, hands closed together as he returned your smile, and you felt your heart skip a beat. — you explained the situation to him, how you didn't know why files were randomly deleting, or why these pop-up's were appearing, and that you'd already tried everything google and reddit threw at you. — he let's out a hum, and asks to have access to your computer. after putting in your user and password, you turn it round to him so he can inspect it. — "jesus christ— there's like.. a hundred of these things!" the boy exclaims as his wide-eyed expression returns, before he tries shutting them down one by one. — he looks through your files, trying to spot anything suspicious from first glance. it's mainly a bunch of images, with a few .exe files from apps you downloaded. — "for fuck sake, how many times is this gonna—" he starts muttering under his breath about the constant pop-up's, but suddenly a siren starts playing from the computer, causing you both to jump. — he immediately holds down the 'volume down' button, looking around to make sure too many people didn't hear. you both got a few looks, but thankfully nothing major. — when he looks back to the computer, there's a neon red pop-up that's taken over the screen, announcing "YOU HAVE 7348 VIRUSES", which causes him to burst into laughter. — "what a stupid fuckin' pop-up," he grumbles, still smirking. he turns his attention back to you though, raising a brow. "you said this is a brand new computer, right? you sure you didn't buy this off a fuckin' scammer?" — you shake your head vigorously at him, "no! i got it from that one store 10 minutes from here, the one everyone says to go to," you explain, eyes closed as you try to think of the name. you didn't know why he made you feel so nervous, but you didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of him. at least, not anymore than you already have.— "hm, right. and everything you've installed has been legit? straight from the app store or the site's download section?" he double-checks, and you flash him a nervous smile.

— "weeeelllll," you drag out, wincing when he deadpans at you. "i wasn't paying for the adobe software! that shit is a scam and you of all people should know that," you huff, folding your arms and pouting. — he sighs but laughs lightly, running his hand through his hair. "well there's the root of the issue. downloading a cracked copy that isn't even safe," he murmurs, but assures you he can fix it. " — you scoot your chair round a little so you can see what the boy does, in case you ever get yourself into a situation like this again.. even though you know damn well you'd come back here, anyways. — you watch as he goes full IT mode— deep cleaning your system, manually removing the malware, while muttering how he "doesn't understand how some people have no fuckin' tech literacy," as you roll your eyes. — "i do, thank you very much! adobe apps are just.. harder to pirate," you murmur quietly, looking off to the side. he just laughs at your silent admission, continuing to clean up your computer. — it doesn't go unnoticed how much he keeps looking at you while he's fixing up the computer, and you're pretty sure your reddening cheeks haven't gone unnoticed by him, either. — it took some time, but eventually he slides the computer to you as he stretches back in his chair, arms rising in the air as he cracks his bones. "alright, virus bait. that's your computer all fixed," he grins, and you ignore the nickname as your eyes land on your computer. — you look properly at the screen and wow, it's so nice to look at it without being bombarded with pop-ups or scam messages, and it's even nicer to hear your computer isn't about to take off into space any minute. — you jump off the chair with joy, clapping your hands together excitedly as you shut the screen over and hug the laptop to your chest. "god, this feels great! thank you.." you start, before trailing off when you realise you don't even know his name. — you turn to see him already smiling up at you, as he's sat back up in his normal position with his arms crossed. "johnathan," he confirms, and you smile at him back with a small nod. — "thank you, jonathan!" you repeat with his name this time, before you sigh in relief. "i really owe you one, seriously," you admit, pondering as you think of how you can return the favour. — you're interrupted however as your phone buzzes repeatedly, reminding you that you had a zoom call to catch in five minutes. you let out a small "fuck!" before pushing the chair back to it's original spot, and running round the table to the exit. — "sorry— i gotta go! i'll make it up to you sometime— bye johnathan!" you exclaim as you run out the room. — he smiles softly as you run, muttering a small "see ya, virus bait," under his breath, watching your figure until you're out of sight before shaking his head and putting his focus back onto his own computer.

—- ted - cinematography student .ᐟ

— it's too late to be in the art campus building— it's 12am, to be precise. you would never come here this late, ever. you're only here because you were only just told you needed an extra A3 painting for your assignment that was due in a few days.

— so that's why you're here, and weirdly.. you're not alone? there was another guy here, slumped over his computer as he edited what you could only assume to be a short-film.

— the atmosphere was.. fine. it wasn't cozy, but it wasn't awkward. the radio played lowly in the background, but the noise mainly came from the other guy's computer, constantly replaying the same scene over and over.

— you had a perfect view of the computer, your easel was a couple desks behind him, so you could paint and watch whatever he was working on, if you so desired. — and you did, and it was fun.. the first 20 times you had seen it. the other 35? not so much. — you had tried focusing more on your own painting, but were quickly drawn back to the previous spot when you heard a loud groan erupt from the guy's throat. — "if i have to watch this scene one more fucking time, you're going out the window," he muttered angrily, jabbing a finger at the computer screen, as if it was at fault. — you peered at the content on the screen and.. yikes, you didn't realise just how bad the colour grading was until now. you placed your brush down, before taking a step forward. — "..your colour grading is awful," you tell him, watching as he throws his arm around the back of his chair while looking at you with a face of disbelief. maybe you could've worded it nicer.. — "oh, i'm sorry da vinci, i didn't realise— wait, you know colour grading?" he started off with a snarky comment, but when the words clicked he suddenly got curious. — you give him a curt nod before moving closer, grabbing a chair from the desk next to him and pulling it over. "the highlights are blown out, your shadows are crushed and your white balance is all over the place," you tell him, turning to see his jaw dropping. how the fuck did you pick apart the flaws in an instant? — "holy shit," he murmurs in disbelief, running a hand up and down his face. "am i that tired i didn't realise how shit it was?" — you laugh at his words, shaking your head. "no, no. i get it. may i?" you ask, gesturing towards the computer. he nods in return, hand waving in the air. "as you please." — he watches, still a little sceptical at first, but then you tweak the levels and.. the scene actually looks good. — "christ," he whispers, leaning in to watch the scene once more, "that's way better." — "duh," you grin, and he shoots you a playful glare in return. — not long after he buys you something from the vending machine down the hall, as a repayment for you helping him out. — you both continue to work on your respective projects, while occasionally throwing sarcastic comments at each other. — "why are you glaring at your painting like it owes you money?" "because it does," "fair." — you both decide to call it a night when it hits 3am, because you don't dwant to be here all night, not after you already spend the full day here anyways. — "i don't trust you walking back to your dorm alone, especially with the reports lately," he says as he grabs his rucksack, throwing it over his shoulder. — "oh? and i should trust you?" "im 6'4, sweetheart. im the threat's threat," he winks, and you hate that it makes you giggle. — you let him walk you to your dorm, both of you making small talk n the way, but ultimately you were both too tired to keep a real chat going. — when you get to your dorm, you turn round and flash him a small smile. "thank you for walking me back.." you begin to thank him, but falter when you realise you didn't catch his name. — "really? you didn't see my name plastered over the film?" he laughs, and you join him. "names ted, though," he lets you know, and you nod and give him your name. — "it's no problem, and thank you for y'know.. fixing my shitty colour grading," he smiles, and you nod in return. — "yeah, well, da vinci has a few tricks," you tease, bringing back the nickname from earlier that he called you after he offended him, and you didn't miss how his face lit up when he realised. — you both wave each other off and when you close the door behind you, you immediately fall against it. why the fuck were you giggling about some random cinema student? — ted felt the same though, giddy that he had someone like you helping him fix his shitty colour grading. maybe next time he'll get you in the film.

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